The tool he was using slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. "Ahsoka," he said, the name barely making a sound as it left his lips, but echoing in his mind, and touching up against that presence in his mind.
He got to his feet, and was hurring out the door a moment later. I'm on my way, he sent back, hoping that she would hear him and stay put. Was it realy her? Who else could it be, but his young former Padawan?
His only Padawan. Anakin pushed those thoughts away as he ran, pushing himself faster and faster through the Force.